Mar
Literati!
Just three more stories to post, and we can announce five finalists. Several of you who never dabbled in poetry felt then topic of Lost Love required you to emigrate from your own comfort zone and cast your fate to the wind: In Miryam Meier’s case: the East Wind.
East Wind
by M. L. Meier
Droplets of rain bath my heart
Exposing wounds
Healing starts
Honey dripping from my lips
Darkness fades
Life eclipse!
Turning slowly to the east
Singing praises
Joy increased
Soaking Presence in my soul
Beauty erupts
I am whole!
Barren desert now in bloom
Dancing colors
Lovers tune
Grasping tightly to the sight
Dulcet array
Come twilight!
Roots grow deep within the earth
Preserving life
Impending birth
Heaven sends another rain
Buds appear
Life again!
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East Wind
by M. L. Meier
Droplets of rain bath my heart
Exposing wounds
Healing starts
Honey dripping from my lips
Darkness fades
Life eclipse!
Turning slowly to the east
Singing praises
Joy increased
Soaking Presence in my soul
Beauty erupts
I am whole!
Barren desert now in bloom
Dancing colors
Lovers tune
Grasping tightly to the sight
Dulcet array
Come twilight!
Roots grow deep within the earth
Preserving life
Impending birth
Heaven sends another rain
Buds appear
Life again!
You have a way with words, and I admire that you were able to rhyme. I’ve never been able to do that! You may find freedom in free verse!
Thanks Laura… What is “free verse”?
Beautiful, Miryam. Just beautiful!
You stepped out of your safety zone magnificently. Guess both of us had better look into this realm a bit more. Lovely Miryam – just lovely.